Caro knew she needed to maintain the pretense of being ill for at least a few days so the household staff wouldn’t suspect anything. Truth be told, her social schedule since coming to London had been relentless, and the thought of lounging about for a day or two with a good book was tremendously appealing.
Not that she could settle in with a book. She found that nothing gave her more pleasure than staring off into space, daydreaming about a certain viscount.
She had come to accept that she had been wrong for the past four years. Not that her feelings had been unjustified, but she now understood that it was wrong to base her opinion of Henry solely on the worst mistake he had ever made. There was more to him than those horrible words on the balcony would suggest. She could see that now. I
